Art and words A Poem by Coyote PoetryArt is poetry for the eyes.                               Art and words… In ancient China. They believed there was a affinity between painting and poetry.The true masters of words… Continue reading →

Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote PoetryLife is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide.                                     Some… Continue reading →

 Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors….. The solemn days leave us with faces of ghosts, demons and angels. The lonely corridors make us wish for less harsh words and less goodbyes. Once friendly… Continue reading →

Lilac wine…. Pretty pictures are left now and now you are gone. I sit by the lilac trees and I’m smelling the lavender in the air.You were my Spring love, my Summer delight.… Continue reading →

Originally posted on Kaushal Kishore:
https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/screenshot_20210814-010607__01144191428328228416.jpg I’m neither a poet nor a writerI’m just a word arrangertaking words that are already therein written or spoken formsin a dictionary or a thesaurusor in myriad…

 The cursed lullaby… Once love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Beatrice and I was your willing Dante. Willing to pay the price… Continue reading →

 The gin and juice lullaby… Once we stripped bare naked and we showed real face and real skin. You were fire and I was water. My greed was to steal everything I could.… Continue reading →

Poesy…. (For Dryden) True Poets dodge the falseness of fame,they allow praise to fall from their thoughts.Old Poets understand the beauty of the sun rising from the east,allowing opportunity for new dreams and… Continue reading →

Originally posted on my inspired life:
https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/img_9130wp.jpg https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/img_9171-1.jpg The desert does have its own beauty, but I can’t hug a cactus, and my thorny friends don’t spark my soul like the laughing leaves…